Like a spoiled child in a tantrum,
You stormed off in a huff.
You knew your way was the only right,
And you set out to prove it.
In a fit of rage and rebellion true ,
You plucked your feathers one by one
From the wings upon your back,
Sneering and hissing in defiance.
Mutilated and bloodied,
You flee into the wild of the night.
Parched and enervated,
With crazed and bloodshot eyes,
You hide among the shadows.
Tormenting you as they beat against your back,
Your once majestic wings hang
In shredded, sharp and withered tatters
That rip out chunks of flesh without mercy.
Blinded by the darkness,
Your eyes fail from lack of use,
And you’re left with dried and leathery skin
As your defalcation pales you.
Dwelling in your repugnant self pity,
You become a horrid licentious beast.
In search of a healing remedy
That cools the agonizing sores,
You smear yourself with excremental defecation.
This only breeds self righteous disease
That oozes from your self inflicted wounds,
Increasing your hellish disfigurement
As the infection spreads across your living carcass.
Will you allow me to hold and teach you
How to apply the healing balm of self love?
Or will you stand and growl in shame at me,
Envious of the exalted and noble beauty in me
That once was yours but you discarded?